Disclaimer: If I'd written the Harry Potter books, I would have used a really cool pseudonym like I don't know...Max Power or something (not that I think that's cool, I just have an unhealthy obsession with The Simpsons and couldn't think of anything else). I wouldn't have chosen JK Rowling.

'Ah shit Sirius, are you alright?' Remus asked Sirius, running back down the steps to where Sirius was sprawled in a heap.

'Oh you know, just wonderful,' he replied, grimacing as he touched his head where it had hit the steps on the way down.

'How did you manage to fall up the stairs?' James enquired, obviously struggling to contain laughter.

'Well he didn't really fall up the stairs Prongs, in all fairness,' Remus said. 'He was walking up the stairs, tripped over thin air and fell back down the steps again.'

'Thanks Remus,' Sirius grumbled before gasping in pain.

'Here, I've got a potion in my bag, a painkiller,' Peter suggested. 'Come on, it's up in the dormitory.'

'Would you mind getting my book while ye're up there?' Remus said quickly as Peter hauled Sirius to his feet and they made their up the steps to the dorms.

'And my 'Which Broomstick?'' James added, turning round and going back down into the common room.

It was ten minutes before Peter and Sirius returned to the common room, Peter supported a staggering Sirius and looking extremely worried.

'Did the potion work, Pads?' Remus asked warily.

Sirius squinted at him, as if trying to make him out. 'Ah it's Moony. Yeah, well, the first vial didn't really work but the second two helped a lot.'

James raised a questioning eyebrow at Sirius's slurred speech and unfocused eyes. 'You alright Padfoot?'

Sirius turned to him slowly. 'Prongs?'

James nodded, a grin on his face.

'I love you Prongs,' Sirius said happily, leaning down and hugging the amused Potter.

'I uh-…love you too Padfoot.'

'I know,' Sirius said simply.

Then he turned to a group of girls who happened to be passing.

'I love you,' he informed a particular red-head.

'Shut up Padfoot,' James hissed instantly.

'Black? What's wrong with him?' Lily demanded of the other three Marauders.

'There's nothing wrong with me,' Sirius said loudly, before spinning around madly like a three year old, humming 'God Save The Queen'.

'I think it's fairly safe to say, Wormtail, that three vials of whatever that potion was, is maybe a little too much,' Remus said, surveying his friend worriedly.

'Probably,' Peter nodded.

Then Sirius stopped abruptly and sat down beside Remus with a little 'humph'.

'And you know who I love the most Moony?' he angled his head so he was looking up at the werewolf.

'Who do you love the most Pads?' Remus said dutifully.

'I love you the most Moony,' Sirius told him with the sort of dead serious face of a six year old explaining that people on the other side of the world stood on their hands. He attempted to poke Remus's chest but ended up at his ear.

'And d'you know who I love the most, Pads?' Remus smiled.

'No I don't know who you love the most, Moony,' Sirius replied sadly.

'I love you the most Pads,' Remus answered, poking Sirius's chest.

'NOOOOO, you don't get it!' Sirius cried, sounding exactly like a spoiled child throwing a tantrum.

Then he fell over, unconscious, into Remus's lap.

'I've got to say, that was one of the funniest things I've seen all term,' James said, bursting into laughter.

AN: if you can guess what this is a tribute to, I'll give you cookies :D